I nodded, taking in all of her words. I didn’t argue. I never challenged Angela on things she professed to know and I had no knowledge of. The subject of men was a topic that she could run circles around my head with. I wasn’t as experienced in relationships as she was.
After wrapping up that scolding conversation, I took to my dorm and engaged in a much needed nap. I slept for three hours, waking up in just enough time to get to class.
While walking back to my dorm for the night, I went into Facebook, still hoping to catch that video from Bernard. What I found immediately was a friend request and a new inbox. The friend request was from a Notnet Srego. That was a strange name and I initially thought it was spam until I went into the inbox and found a message from this person.
Have you taken that philosophy course yet?
Huhn?
I replied: What’s up with the profile name?
Anonymity.
That was a bit strange to me. Because it was school related, I decided to accept it and hold off on replying. I then went into my timeline and found the video finally. I watched it several times before passing out that night, so proud that a piece of the talent in the choir’s harmonious sounds came from my church.
The next day, we got invited to lunch with the guys again. And that day, I did temper my words and reactions to Alton’s crassness at the diner.
“Yo, last week, I had this squirter!” he announced with so much emotion that he seemed pained, as we sat in the same booth.
“Fuck, bro, them squirters be the shit!” one of the two random guys, whose name I just learned was Travis, chimed in excitedly.
I had no idea what a squirter was. In fact, there were lots of topics they discussed that I had no clue of. It was as if we weren’t there. I thought the purpose of going out with them was to interact with them—well, at least for Angela. We all sat in the same seats for the most part. Only today, Alton sat right next to Angela. Something was in the air.
“That bitch had me screaming when she was coming in my face,” Alton croaked on a laugh, as did his friends. Stenton even chuckled at that comment. Alton tried to come up for air. “I…c-couldn’t…keep…up, my dude!”
Angela and I gave each other quizzical glances. What in the world was a squirter and how could a woman do it in his face?
“So,” Angela twirled her hair as she smiled sheepishly. “What’s a squirter?”
The whole table went up in laughter. Even Stenton bashfully laughed and tried to hide his face. From the second of it I caught, I could see the sun shine through his smile. It was the most surprising thing I’d experienced. The camera guy, Drew, started banging the table and had the dishes clanging. Once again, Angela and I glanced at each other gravely confused.
“You must not be one,” Drew choked out.
“Either that or you’ve been fucking jackasses,” Alton plugged, sobering. “I can show you better than I can tell you. Holla atcha’ boy.”
They were like a bunch of twelve years olds at the table. Whatever a squirter was, it was a sexual reference and I didn’t want to take part in a conversation like that with these clowns.
“Aye, Tiger,” Alton called over to me, referring to my school’s mascot. “I do twinsies. I can assess your squirting capabilities, too. I won’t even charge you.” He could no longer hold on to his mirth. He laughed until tears dripped from his eyes.